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About Nagoya

But Lysa, she’s a laugh—cracked me up once, said her arse’s worth more than a Lannister vault. Cheeky bint! Surprised me too—heard she once bedded a septon, mid-prayer. Mid-prayer! Imagine the hymns that night, eh? “Oh, sweet sin, deliver us—” ha! Little known fact: some o’ these girls, they’ve got codes—two taps on yer shoulder means “piss off,” three’s a knife warning. Clever, innit?

The Comfort Women and State Prostitution

Discover the reality of prostitution in Japan, from soaplands and kyabakura to massage parlors and red-light districts like Kabukichō and Tobita Shinchi. Explore Japan’s legal loopholes and .

So, I’m munchin’ on my onigiri, walkin’ down the street, and BAM! I see this cute little café on Kiyokawa Street. I’m like, “I gotta check this out!” I walk in, and it’s all cozy, with these cute little tables and a vibe that screams “Instagram me!” I order a matcha latte, and the barista, this super cool dude, starts talkin’ about the local art scene. I’m like, “Art? In Obanazawa?” But he was all hyped about it. Turns out, there’s a gallery nearby that showcases local artists. Who knew?

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